Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 268, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 March 1933 — Page 11

MARCH 20, 1033.

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j nrr.iN ttrRK today .TANET HILL W*k* hrr ngiifin<*nt *,th KOI.F CARLYLE, af>r lrnlnK ihftt h h* b*rn *o;n* out with BETTY KENDALL oct< tv trirl J n t, . *er*t*rv ‘o BRUCE HAMILTON, ndrr,r.*r of E' rv Homf Mb*tn and RoJ i fincloved in an advartlalnr offire Rh atlll 10-. cs Roll r,d rannot. forte. him On a stormy March evening whan aha facia lonely and unhaDDV. Janat lea-.es the office and wallca down an unfamiliar atrert Bhc haan a ,I'tle girl crying, talk* to her and later buy* her a hot meal. The lltli<' girl la ROSIE SILVANI She hav heen trying to aeli candy and lost her money. , _ , . .Junrt *tru out to tftk* Ro*i* home j A holdup man *r*b* her purj and scream*. JEFFREY GRANT, a yountr who live* a* the same rooming house as Janet, suddenly appear* and the holdun man runs. Jeffrey takes Janet and Rosie to the Silvan! home in his car They talk to PAT PILVANT the fa'her. who has been out. of work for t so years and to TOMMY Rosie's crlnnled brother. The family is almost destitute an; Janet and Jeffrey decide to "adont They send food and colthing and. with the aid of her employer, Janet finds a s'eadv toh for Pat I-ater she and Jeffrey take the children to a C * Janet and Jeffrey beeome close friends. i He asks her to help him buy a present for a girl and Janet agrees. They buy an attractive nursr Later at lunch Janet looks * newspaper and sees in headlines that Rolf Va **]r>ndrl v. ith Kendall NOW OO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE iContinuedi A brief announcement. Only three paragraphs. “Married at 10 o’clock last, night’—“Surprise to friends”— “White Sulphur Springs, where they will spend their honeymoon.” Janet read the words over and over. They danced before her crazily, but those three phrases stood out. staring at her, while all the rest were dancing. She tore out the three para- ] graphs, discarded the rest of the newspaper in a trash container. The crumpled bit of newspaper was hidden away in her purse. She had been walking slowly. She probably would lie late when she reached the office. Janet didn't care about that. She didn’t seem to care about anything in the world. She knew now that until the moment when she saw that newspaper there had been down in her heart a feeling that somehow, in some way. she and Rolf would make up their quarrel. ' She hadn’t recognized the feeling or admitted It,, but still it had been there. It had persisted in spite of everything. Well—it was gone now! Rolf and Betty Kendall were married. Janet saw them again dancing as she had seen them that night at Reigals’—Rolf’s head bent slightly, the girl’s eyes raised, laughing— Janet’s own eyes closed Involuntarily to shut out the sight. “You mustn’t!” she scolded herself. “You mustn't think about things like that. You’ve got to go on!” a a a AND so she went on. Mechanically. Automatically. She went back to the office, hung away her coat and hat and set to work. Bruce Hamilton was waiting for her to get out the file of the Macmillan correspondence. She said, “Yes, Mr. Hamilton” and “No. Mr. Hamilton” and her fingers flew as she took down the memorandum he dictated. She sat at her desk all afternoon and Hamilton didn’t notice that she looked paler or was more quiet than usual. Her work was as efficient as always. She worked until 5:15 and when she stood in the door and said. “Good-night, Mr. Hamilton,” the man only glanced up and smiled vaguely and said “Good-night.” , Bruce Hamilton didn’t know that his secretary’s heart was breaking, but there were others at the Every Home office who were more perceptive. Janet knew when she entered the rest room next day why the buzz of conversation in the corner stopped abruptly as soon as she appeared. Madeline, who operated the switchboard and also was a sort or receptionist, and the two Dennison sisters were grouped around the table. There was a pause and then Cora Dennison, the older of the sisters, said with exaggerated casualness, "Oh, Janet —you don’t happen to have a match, do you?” Janet didn’t and it seemed rather unnecessary to ask, because there was a packet of matches lying on the dressing table. As soon as Cora *saw them, she began to talk rapidly about a suit she had seen in Marsh’s window that was “simply adorable.” Janet surmised, and rightly, that ns soon as she was gone the three heads would be bent together again and that her name and Rolf's would bo mentioned frequently. Even Pauline Hayden made it plain that she had read of Rolf's marriage. Pauline went out of her way to be friendly and considerate and, though Janet understood that the motive was kindly, it was as painful as the other girls’ hushed comments. a a a TWO days dragged by and then the third brought a surprise. It was Janet's birthday. She hadn't told any one about It —at least she was sure she hadn't—but there was a birthday card waiting for her in the evening mail. It was from Tommy and Rosie Silvani and thorp was a picture of a woolly dog on the cover and a little verse under the flap, f Janet couldn’t remember telling the children the date of her birthday. but Rosie always was asking questions. She must have told them and forgotten about it. Sweet of the children to think about her! There was a picture in the Times that evening under the capttion. “At West Virginia Resort,” showing a young man with a bag of golf clubs standing beside a girl in a white sweater. Both of them were smiling and beneath the picture were the words, “Mr. and Mrs. Rolf Carlyle of Lancaster photographed at White Sulphur Springs. W. Va„ where they are spending their honeymoon. Mrs. Carlyle was Miss Betty Kendall before her marriage.” Janet saw the picture and forgot about the birthday card the Silvani children had sent. > Jeff Grant saw it, too. Jeff was in his room and on the table before him was a gift box from

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Marsh’s department store. Inside lay the black handbag he and Janet had bought. Jeff caught up the newspaper and studied the photograph. He looked at it a long while and then dropped the newspaper on the floor. He opened the purse. There was a small white card inside and he took this out. The card read, “To Janet from Jeff." For a moment the young man paused, undecided. Then quickly he tore the card into a dozen fragments and dropped them into a wastebasket. Half an hour later when he went downstairs he did not stop at Janet s door, but went on t othe first floor and out of the house. He gave the purse next day to a stenographer in the office where he w'orked, explaining that he had gotten it “by a sort of mistake” and that if she could use it she was welcome to it. The stenographer’s name was Dolores Calahan. She was little an* had very dark eyes and usually wore a blue dress that was becoming. Dolores was delighted with ti>* purse. She told her friend, Agnes Mallory, that she wouldn’t mind going out with Mr. Grant. “And maybe I will, too!” Dolores said with sudden boldness. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO PAULINE HAYDEN entered the office where Janet was working. There was no one else in the room. Pauline came over to Janet's desk and said quietly, “What’s it all about? Do you know?” “What's what all about” Pauline nodded toward Hamilton’s desk. “Your boss is talking to Chambers, isn’t he? They’ve been at it. half the morning. Something's going to happen around here, I'll bet,!” “What makes you think so?” Janet asked. “Oli—lots of things. I can tell by the way Bradford and Daily had their heads together a while ago. They know' something's on foot, but they don't know' W'hat it is.” “But there isn’t anything strange about Mr. Hamilton’s talking to Mr. Chambers! They’re always having conferences.” “I know'. But this is different.” Pauline picked up a typewriter eraser and toyed with it. “You’ll see I’m right!" she prophesied. Janet smiled. Pauline, who wouldn’t for the world have asked a personal question, always v.as scenting such rumors. The fact that almost always they proved groundless never seemed to dampen her ardor. Janet herself didn’t think it strange that Mr. Hamilton should spend most of the morning in the business manager's office. It was Pauline’s prediction, of course, that made Janet a little surprised W'hen Hamilton announced later in the afternoon that he would not be dowrn the next day, possibly not on the day after. He didn’t say that he was going out of town, that he had other business, or make any explanation. He simply told her he wouldn’t be down. He outlined some work that Janet w’as to do in his absence, told her he’d trust her to “keep the shop,” and departed fully three-quarters of an hour before the time he usuallly left the office. Maybe Pauline w r as right. Janet didn’t bother much about that. If anything was to happen, she would know it soon enough. a a a THE two days of Hamilton’s absence dragged. There was little for Janet to do and she preferred to be busy. When she was busy or when she was very tired, she did not have time to think. She avoided the other girls at the office, avoided Mollie Lambert, and did not see Jeff Grant. Then on the third morning Bruce Hamilton was back at his desk, businesslike and brisk as usual. He said nothing about where he had been, looked over his letters and went about the day’s work exactly as usual. Once that day when Janet was sitting at her desk typing she looked up to find Hamilton watching her. Her cheeks colored. Hamilton said, "Miss Hill, how old are you?” “Twenty-four,” Janet told him. She had been 24 for just about a week now'. The man smiled. “Twenty-four,” he repeated. “Getting on, aren’t you?” It was intended as a joke but it did not seem a joke to Janet. Tw'enty-four was getting on. She was getting on and there was so little to look forward to except day after day of sitting at a typewriter or scribbling curves and dots and pothooks in a notebooks. Twenty-four she was, and life and happiness and the beautiful things she had dreamed about w-ere rushing past. All this flashed through her mind, but she said, "Yes,” to Mr. Hamilton and smiled and wondered why in the world he should have asked such a question. He saw that she had taken him seriously and laughed. “Twentyfour in a wonderful age,” he told her. “Wonderful! I wish I could be 24 again! I w’ish there was a way to manage it.” Janet didn’t know' if she should go on typing or if there was something more he wanted to say. She hesitated and as she did so the man leaned forward. "Tell me,” he said, “do you like cats? Persian cats?” It was preposterous! Janet couldn’t believe her ears and yet she knew that was what he had said. "Why—yes,” she answered slowly. “That is. some cats. I don’t like them w'hen they bite and scratch.” a a a HAMILTON laughed again. So he had only been joking! Janet was accustomed to quick changes lof mood on the part of her emi ployer, but she had never seen him quite like this. (To Be Continued)

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Fe meant to be most friendly, though the sounds seemed to the g rl like the growlings of an enraged beast. As Tarzan drew nearer he called aloud to the ape. and Olga heard from the human lips the same sounds that had fallen from those of thd beast.

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